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Submitted to Contest #304
The only sound the children made as they walked through the bush was the bird-like twittering and chirping of their tongues as they spoke to one another. They were a silent people, used to moving unheard, and the light feet of the young were even less discernible beneath the light wind in the grass. It had been a day of exploration through the forests and granite hills of this land their nomadic lifestyle had brought them to, though it was familiar to all but the youngest of them. With the setting sun it was time to return to the clan's cave...
Submitted to Contest #303
The teacher dug in the dead of night. It was a slow process—it not being his trade—but slowly and inexorably he had carved away at the earth that had lain still beneath the stars, so that he was only half visible above the ground. The cadence of the biting shovel could hardly be called steady, nor even a cadence really, as he took frequent rests, arching his back with two hands pressing into the small. But persistence was key; he had doggedly been chewing away at this bone for quite some time. The wheeling stars kept count of the passing hou...
Submitted to Contest #302
Beneath the sapphire sky of a scorching October morning, two troops of baboons would stumble into battle. The inevitability of the day's events has been much debated in the circles that it has been discussed. Tensions had been rising since May with the departure of the rains and preliminary skirmishes were of the ordinary kind: border clashes, nothing more, but they were the seeds of eventual strife. As the dry season persisted, and resources grew scarce, the rains to germinate the sown seeds of wrath had fallen heavily. The two sides in thi...
Submitted to Contest #301
It was one of those laboriously lazy afternoons of an African bushveld, such that could only be brought on by the oppressive heat that blanketed this part of the world this time of the year. The airways sluggish, the leaves curled in spite of the heat, jealously guarding the precious moisture they’d drawn from the earth and even the buzzing sweat bees had slowed to a crawl. Still, the man in the shade was content. For this was the land of his birth and he had known it well all his life. The sweat on his exposed body made his black skin gleam...
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